[center][h2]Jerius 'Mando' Wren[/h2][/center]

The red and black clad ARC Trooper looked up from his datapad and nodded, handing it to the flight deck attendant and heading for the transport, a jumpjet on his back, twin blaster pistols on his hips and a long blaster rifle in his hand. "While the Mando'ade do speak Mandalorian, they're also all more than fluent in Basic, or english as you call it. No need for translation modules, since if they say anything they think I can't understand I can translate." Once the full group was on the shuttle, it began to rise off the floor of the hangar. "Primary note, don't insult their honor. From what we could find out, Clan Ordo still holds to the Old Ways, before the Codex of the Supercommando. And their leader is known to have taken on a Wookie one on one and won, so...let's not underestimate them."

Shortly after, they can feel the shuttle enter hyperspace and the clone stands, beginning to remove his clone armor and swapping it for a different set of [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a1b98fbd-1311-49d4-aa78-5009490f745a.jpg]armor[/url], colored more black with red accents but clearly sturdier than the clone armor. "Beskar'gam, or a suit of Mandalorian Armor. This stuff is known to turn aside lightsaber blades, at least for a little while."